Poems by James Rhoades | ||
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DESPAIR.
Now, Joy and Hope, good night!Good night, a weary pair!
And, as a raven lustrous-black and rare
Doth slowly at some cavern's mouth alight,
Rent by the thunder-blare,
So now my heart, Despair,
Bids thee float in upon thy wings of night,
Float calmly, darkly in, and fear no light,
Nor other tenant there.
Poems by James Rhoades | ||